Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tunisia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.